Your students astound me. But then, so did 50% of my classmates in college. I loved biology. I even loved dissection. (Although we didn't do cats. We did pigs. But that's okay 'cause I think the cats would've made me cry, but I managed to keep my mind away from all Charlotte's Web allusions while cutting open pigs. I even named mine. But I don't remember what I named it now.)
The only time I remember screaming/squealing/getting queasy is when I accidentally burst some organ or other and some really foul-smelling substance was excreted. I think, if I recall, that it was the pancreas. Maybe. I dunno. It's been a few years. All I remember was the stench, and the fact that I turned a little green around the gills and my lab partner (who was content to write all the names down on the paper while I poked and prodded the actual pig) got nervous because she thought she was going to have to start doing the cutting.
I also remember the day one of the snakes got loose in the classroom and I went scrabbling over the floor on my stomach, diving under desks, and caught him. The workstudy student who helped me re-tank him was muchly impressed - which was fine with me because he was about the yummiest thing I'd seen. Sweetheart and cute as a button. But apparently snake-wrangling wasn't enough to make him ask me out. But then again, he was shy, so... *grins*
We (Workstudy Boy and I) did meet up at a concert a few weeks later, unexpectedly, and he slammed me with a full-body hug and a, "OH MY GOD! How are you!?" And after he left with his friends, every single girl around me was like, "Holy shit, who was that and how do you know him?" *giggles*
See, girls, if you'd just learn to handle snakes you'd get a lot more boys. *innocent*
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Date: 2006-02-24 05:30 am (UTC)The only time I remember screaming/squealing/getting queasy is when I accidentally burst some organ or other and some really foul-smelling substance was excreted. I think, if I recall, that it was the pancreas. Maybe. I dunno. It's been a few years. All I remember was the stench, and the fact that I turned a little green around the gills and my lab partner (who was content to write all the names down on the paper while I poked and prodded the actual pig) got nervous because she thought she was going to have to start doing the cutting.
I also remember the day one of the snakes got loose in the classroom and I went scrabbling over the floor on my stomach, diving under desks, and caught him. The workstudy student who helped me re-tank him was muchly impressed - which was fine with me because he was about the yummiest thing I'd seen. Sweetheart and cute as a button. But apparently snake-wrangling wasn't enough to make him ask me out. But then again, he was shy, so... *grins*
We (Workstudy Boy and I) did meet up at a concert a few weeks later, unexpectedly, and he slammed me with a full-body hug and a, "OH MY GOD! How are you!?" And after he left with his friends, every single girl around me was like, "Holy shit, who was that and how do you know him?" *giggles*
See, girls, if you'd just learn to handle snakes you'd get a lot more boys. *innocent*